Contar Africa Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

Tell Africa

Tis of a truth about Africa,
An idea seducing my ear at the eventide:

He's a dwarf
Bearing a gigantic burden,
Dazed by weariness,
Betrothed to heaviness.

Diverse folks standing beyond the margin,
Admonishing him:
'Move, Move, harder, harder',
You can get here, if not faster',
Come, ho! , slower, slower,
Strangle the motion, trials're better.

But could he move?
The burden stayed his leg:
You want a proof?
Ask the bird!

He being a cubits above the earth,
His burden 105 cubits preparing his death.
He bears the burden
Or his burden bears him:
Burden constituted with junks:
A Suitcase bearing an octupus lung.

Tell Africa,
Even say to Africa:
'Unburden yourself:
Put down the burden,
Untie it's knot yourself,
(For if another hand does, you'll be in power bed-ridden.)
Search it's content,
See if all are gold,
Shake off the useless,
Consciously re-tie the load.
Then, bear on the burden,
In decades, you'll get to the margin.

But if you be blind
Still, that counsel you'll not heed.
You'll remain in street.
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